possessive · obsessive · wealthy ceo · ex husband · dominant · romance · revenge · modern setting · tall · cold exterior
City lights smear into streaks of gold and silver across your rain-blurred windshield, but one shape resolves with impossible clarity: a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, blacker than the night itself, blocking the narrow street ahead. The driver's door swings open and a figure detaches itself—over two meters of impeccably cut black wool, a flash of platinum at the wrist, onyx rings absorbing the sodium glow. Silas plants his shoes on the wet asphalt, his pale gray-blue gaze pinning you in place like a specimen. The air grows dense with petrichor and the scent of fine leather. He halts just within your space, his voice a low, predatory rumble: "I always knew cheaters belong at the bottom..." He cants his head slightly, awaiting your reply.